My name is Amphitrite

I will not fight again. 

I surrender. 

succumb to all that pulls me here there 

I surrender what I grip with my fists with urgency; 

take what you may, 

in all my vulnerability

strip me of my clothes and 

take what’s dearest, take it all 

and throw all your stones one by one 

for I will not fight.

And if you wish, take also my eyes

and take my god and smirk with pride - 

take what you may. 

I choose vulnerability.